Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan Chapter 49

Pregnant After One Night With The Lycan By Kellie Brown

Chapter 49 Loss Of Memory

Caspian’s POV:

Dylan and I move like shadows through the forestry in our wolf forms. Dylan’s wolf is a mocha brown, whilst the fur on my paws showcases a lighter, ivory hue. We follow our normal routine route that has been allocated for centuries for patrol units. The path we take is a thin line that penetrates through the gra*s*s, weighed down into a muddy consistency by the numerous paw prints that litter it day in and day out.

Despite being Alpha, I’m not beyond the usual tasks that are given to my wolves. Moreover, I find a sense of ease whilst conducting patrols. We belong to the forest. We were born here, and we shall die here, and I find no greater comfort than being in my wolf form, surrounded by it all. My eyes are accustomed to the vibrancy of the greenery, nose inhaling soft scents of the florals, leading the way with ease.

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That is until I hear a loud splash sounding from the west that halts my movements, ears swiveling to pinpoint the noise, trying to depict the cause. I sense Dylan’s presence, his large head and snout pushing against my flank in confirmation of hearing it too.

‘Sounded like a splash of sorts, from the lake,’ my Beta says through our mind link.

I nod, now finding it necessary that we investigate, as I indicate with a canine gruff, before pulling off the beaten path and galloping towards the noise.

There hadn’t been any further sounds emitted by the time we reach the lake. Both of us sauntering over to the water’s edge, we spread out. Dylan trots upstream while I make my way downstream, leaping and cantering across rocks and debris, with eyes trained on the water for any signs of movement.

Five minutes pass before Dylan rejoins me at my position, shaking his head to indicate that nothing was found. I lift my muzzle to the sky, nostrils flaring as I breathe in the lake’s fresh scents, but nothing seems amiss.

says, lowering his head to the ground, sniffing at the bank in further pursuit of the answer to

doesn’t make any sense, I’m sure the sound came from

a glimpse of light flickering in the corner of my vision. I snap to look, a rock maintaining coverage over what

stepping round the large rock to find a

up her limp, cold and w*et body into my arms before Dylan and I

Lily’s POV:

my private quarters, away from all the palaces on goings. The closed door offers me a sense of focus that I need to curate the potion of my desires. I’m meticulous with each ingredient, careful and methodical with my approach. Three drops of one thing, a gentle knife scr*a*p*e of another, a cautious turn

in a slight mist from the simmering potion. I sprinkle another component into the mix and watch the solution swirl into a dark rich shade

the nobles that would be in awe of my accomplishments, thanking me for

with my embroidered cloth, I sense the presence of another being. Dorian

my lips in a

gaze and appearing to seem elsewhere with his thoughts whilst fiddling with his

by his silence. “Dorian,” I can’t yell, but I at least snap his attention with the firmness of my voice. “Don’t tell me there was

a moment, before his lips relax into a playful smile, that doesn’t immediately ease my

remain silent, my gaze hardened and not giving into his mind games. He sees that I’m not fussed to be toyed with, only rolling

heavy sigh upon hearing the confirmation. Although something about his playful expression unnerves me, my mind wants to believe that the deed is done. Using a ladle, I

add your magic to this… and you’re sure this

his grin extends as he recklessly plays with the bottle. Swirling it and watching the liquid slide towards the ground as he tilts it back and forth. He obviously enjoys my reaction, as I

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